Vernon was in the kitchen when Petunia walked in, and put something on the table. He folded the newspaper he was reading and frowned.

“What is….that?” He asked incredulously, knowing exactly what it was.

Petunia was reading the letter; her eyes roaming the parchment narrowing with each word. When she finished, her boney horse-like face was paler than normal.

“Petunia?” Vernon asked, getting up to look at her. She turned, facing him, her eyes fearful and said,

“It’s… Harry Vernon.”

Vernon’s eyes rose in horror as he looked down and saw Harry Potter, with a lightning scar on his forehead.